peering from the years of worn
child love fills up the aura
God has looked upon me
tiny giant’s hands that have built
epochs and eras of mad love
for life in free range cages
i now come face to face with me
with a perfect mirror and my
fears and crazy inexpressible
love with madness of fever
i at long lost have been
answered
in one single
blink
at 5:37 p.m. the smell of
bacon and fabric softener
covers the neighborhood
like 4 a.m. London fog
so many lies and angers
and injustices and tears
and hungers and losses
in one city block
but the smiles, oh
those immutable smiles
and the hope in the paper sacks
dog shit by the fichus trees
is the city’s way of welcome
but the carnival in the hearts
and the corn fed regimes in mind
cannot and will not tear
them down
angst, terror and hate
has become a child’s game
the roses are not free
but they are in juan v’s
can along the window
rotten with defeat
it is no longer enough
to wave the right flags
blood sacrifice one son
to the blue coats and one the
the Vat
no we have become
smarter than you
and we will not
lay down to the east
or to the west
but resign to be
free in the window
in the door
in our spirit
and in the mind
look no further for the Maya
all are here happy healthy
bright eyed with fallacies shared by us all
sharing the martyrdom of our vices
look no further i have found them in the kids the pregnant tamalera the foxy dragged-out boys with their sexy telenovela Spanglish bereft of any Chilam Balamisms
i found them in the soccer shops the beer joints and the CVS’s i found them at the depots and outside of the sweat shops
the Maya are all here dressed in Catholic nylons and 4 dollar shoes. veiled, feeding pigeons, praying for me as i’m walking by
that i unlike them will be spared by our God
i found the Maya queens laden with ten babes of love i found them enthralled by the neon signs i found them hanging on to street light poles placing paper printed email hoping for some hope
i found them lacking malice plugged out and tuned in to what could be for them. listening to Narco Banda and feeding on china bowl express
words less spoken 